Short Story
Cosmosenergification
Sunrise permeated my tent, inviting me to rise from my slumber. My waking mind wandered to the career I just quit, and residual waves of anxiety shot through my nerves. I pulled my sleeping bag over my head, hoping for respite. Suddenly, I heard the forest gently whisper. It wasn't an audible voice but rather an intrinsic understanding that vibrated up my spine. I lay silent, hoping I'd hear it again.
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Fiction
Evelyn and the Apple Tree
There once was a girl named Evelyn who lived in a small village. She was a kind and gentle girl, and she loved to spend time outdoors. One day, Evelyn was walking in the forest when she came across an apple tree. The tree was old and gnarled, but it was full of beautiful apples. Evelyn picked an apple and took a bite. It was the most delicious apple she had ever tasted!
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
Mom, It's a Crikily!
Imanii had always been a gifted little girl. Bright and inquisitive at 2-years-old she was speaking in multiple word sentences and full of probing questions and astute observations. The wall wasn’t an erect structure of wood frame, dry wall and plaster but an artist’s canvas. Instead of paint brush and acrylic there were crayons and water colors. A bedroom was a land of make-believe where chairs & sheets were castles and her mother's clothes ball gowns. The sound of her clopping around in size 10 platforms and seeing her sashay by was even more entertaining.
By Theresa Marie Cain3 years ago in Fiction
Punkafunkamoraphobia: With Application Pending
Ninety seconds elapsed since I divulged my diagnosis to Jerome as we walked along La Seine. He hasn’t stopped laughing. He was safety. My gay 'boon-coon-man-friend'. My Alabama-confidante who left for Paris at 16 yrs. never looking back.
By The Dani Writer3 years ago in Fiction
The Magic of Christmas
Of all the times of the year to break up, Valentine's Day was undoubtably the worst. Coming a close second, however, was right before Christmas. Tis the season when everyone is scrambling to finish their workload before the shut-down, all you wanted to do was curl up on the couch and mope over a tub of ice-cream, and you kept getting messages from family asking whether your new ex- would be joining you for the holiday. Didn't really put you in the mood of holiday cheer, peace, and goodwill toward men.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Humorless Dancing. Content Warning.
Mona spun in a circle, pink and blue hair spinning a step behind her. It draped across the scarred bridge of her nose. Hooked in the piercings on her lips, her brows, and her nose. Bright lights flashed across her skin. Blue illuminated the wild flash in her blown pupils and green irises. Red painted across her glossy lips. White trailed across the silver necklaces draped across her neck. Two lockets stuck on her clothes between what should have been cleavage but instead was nothing more than the rippled shadow of her ribcage.
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Fiction
Sparkeeznort
Once, during a cozy gathering with friends, we shared stories, jokes, and sparkling drinks. It was a night filled with laughter and joy. As I took a sip of my fizzy beverage, one of my friends cracked a hilarious joke that sent us all into fits of laughter. It was the kind of laughter that bursts out unexpectedly, and the timing couldn't have been worse.
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Fiction
The Murphication of a Purple Man
Let me enlighten you on the precariousness of the situation I’ve found myself in. There was an industrial accident at my job. It caused me to lose my right eye. On top of that, since I was blamed for the accident, I lost my job as well. It gets worse.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
Chronicles of Tomorrow
In the year 2157, the world stood at the precipice of a new era. The once-bustling cities now gleamed with a harmonious blend of nature and technology. The skyscrapers of old had transformed into verdant spires, seamlessly integrated with the lush landscapes that stretched for miles around. This was the culmination of a vision that had been conceived centuries ago, in the early 21st century, a time when humanity dared to reimagine the past's vision of the future.
By Muhammed Ismail3 years ago in Fiction
A Wofflessgilipollas By Any Other Name… Is Still A Wofflessgilipollas . Runner-Up in the Neolomicro Challenge.
He wasn’t bad to look at if you oozed boredom like Mrs. J. Sanchez did most weekdays. As gardeners went, Joaquin’s rates were modest, $18.95/hr. He worked speedily, so his clientele throughout Altamonte Springs, Orlando flourished. Retirement villages mostly, but a few homeowners like Mrs. S with service needs, channeling their aburrimiento (boredom) into pristine gardens.
By The Dani Writer3 years ago in Fiction
